Dark Tales and Bold Choices - Frog Squad CHAPTER I

The notorious Frog Squad, a group of hardened space marines, boards the eerie, abandoned space station MOX-9. The signs of struggle they encounter upon arrival hint at the chilling mysteries that await them.

The silence of the cosmos was broken by the low hum of the Frog Squad's ship as it docked with the desolate space station MOX-9. The Frog Squad, a band of hardened space marines, were no strangers to danger, but the eerie quiet that greeted them as they stepped into the station sent chills down their armored spines.

The space station, usually bustling with activity, was now a ghostly shell of its former self. The airlocks and air ducts were smeared with blood and signs of struggle, a grim testament to the chaos that had unfolded. The Frog Squad, trained to assess and respond to danger, instantly recognized the severity of the situation.

"Something's not right," murmured Sergeant Rana, the squad leader, his voice echoing ominously in the empty corridor. His experienced eyes scanned the area, taking in every detail - the scuff marks on the floors, the claw-like scratches on the walls, the eerie silence that seemed to swallow their every word.

The distress signal that had led them here had been brief and cryptic, but the signs of struggle told a story of its own - a tale of fear, desperation, and a fight for survival. The squad moved cautiously, their weapons at the ready, their senses heightened.

Using their high-tech equipment, they began their efforts to breach the airlock doors. The usually straightforward task was now a tense operation. Every sound, every movement was a potential threat. The air was thick with anticipation and dread.

"We're walking into a nightmare," whispered Corporal Anura, his usually jovial face masked with a grim determination. The rest of the squad nodded, their faces a mirror of his own. They knew what they were up against. They were the Frog Squad, the toughest mercenaries in the cosmos, and they were ready to face whatever horrors awaited them in the depths of MOX-9.

As the last airlock door creaked open, a chilling wind swept through the corridor. The lights flickered ominously, casting long, menacing shadows. The Frog Squad stood at the threshold, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were about to step into the unknown, and they knew their lives would never be the same.